Monday, June 06, 2016
Meet Natasha Morgan of LOVE ON THE NILE
This week, we’d like to welcome Natasha Morgan, the heroine of Love on the Nile, by Ellie Gray.
RW: What's your story/back story? Why would someone come up with a story about YOU?
NM: To tell you the truth, I don’t really know why someone would come up with a story about me! I’m a fairly normal kind of girl really but Ellie said she thought I had an interesting story to tell, and one that people could relate to. My parents died when I was eighteen years-old and my brother, Nicky was fourteen. He was born with developmental delay and, at the time, the authorities felt it would be better for Nicky to go into foster care. I couldn’t let them do that, and I eventually managed to persuade them that I was perfectly capable of looking after both myself and Nicky. We muddle along together just fine.
RW: Can you tell us about your hero?
NM: Kyle. Gosh, just thinking about him gives me butterflies. He’s an archaeologist, and I guess you would say he’s your archetypal hero—tall, dark and handsome. We sort of got off on the wrong foot a bit really when we first met—it probably didn’t help that I snapped at him. But when I saw how good he was with Nicky, well he just melted my heart.
RW: What problems do you have to face and overcome in your life?
NM: Well, as I explained earlier, when my parents died, I had to look after Nicky. I was just about to go to university but, instead, I got a job that meant I could be there for him after school and in school holidays. It’s been hard work at times, making sure that he got the support he needed. But I’ve never regretted it for an instant—he now has a job and his own flat in supported lodgings but he comes to stay with me on a weekend. I’m so proud of Nicky and feel very lucky to have him as a brother.
My holiday to Egypt, though, has made me realise that I’m sometimes too over-protective. I can’t bear to think of Nicky being upset or hurt by other people’s reactions to his learning difficulties.
RW: Do you expect your hero to help or is he the problem?
NM: I don’t expect anyone to help me. I don’t need any help. What I do need to do is learn to let go, to stop worrying about Nicky; he’s doing fine and can look after himself. But Kyle, and to a certain extent my Aunt Lucy, have made me realise that maybe it’s time to concentrate on myself. Maybe it’s time I thought about what I want to do with my life. It’s quite exciting, really.
RW: Where do you live?
NM: I live in the beautiful north Yorkshire city of York, UK. I love the history that oozes out of the narrow, cobbled streets and the ancient city walls. It’s just magical at any time of the year, but I especially love Winter.
RW: During what time period does your story take place?
NM: Modern day.
RW: How are you coping with the conflict in your life?
NM: It’s been a struggle—learning to let go and let Nicky make his own mistakes after fighting so hard for his independence. I also struggled with my feelings for Kyle—I really fell for him hard, although I tried desperately not to. A holiday romance was the last thing I was looking for, but I couldn’t help it. It all got to be a bit of a mess, to be honest, especially when his ex turned up. And then it turned out that Kyle had his own problems, his own reasons for pushing me away. That was some holiday—it was the most wonderful time, but also the worst I’ve felt since my parents died. We got there in the end, though.
RW: That’s all the questions we have for you. Thank you for speaking to us.
NM: You’re very welcome. They were really good questions—quite thought provoking, particularly as I don’t usually like talking about myself!
Love on the Nile
Natasha embarks upon the holiday of a lifetime with her brother, looking forward to exploring the ancient sites Egypt has to offer. What she hasn’t bargained for is spending her holiday cruising along the Nile with Kyle Richardson, a handsome but moody archaeologist. Despite taking an instant dislike to Kyle, Natasha finds herself increasingly drawn to the man, particularly as his interactions with her brother reveal a gentler, more caring side to his character.
Having lost everyone he has ever loved, Kyle is a loner, believing himself to be cursed and spending his life moving around Egypt, ensuring he never lingers anywhere long enough to form meaningful attachments. Despite his better judgement, he finds himself drawn to this feisty young woman and her likeable brother but is afraid of the deeper feelings she stirs in him.
Can his feelings for Natasha convince him that love is worth taking a risk for?
“Natasha, darling!” The rather stout woman levered herself from the chair and swiftly crossed the room to throw her arms around her niece.
Breathing in the familiar perfume and leaning into the protective embrace of her aunt, Natasha’s irritation dissipated as quickly as it had appeared, and she closed her eyes against the sudden and unexpected tears of relief at having finally arrived at their destination. “Oh, Aunt Lucy, it’s so good to see you.” Her voice was muffled against Lucy’s shoulder and she took a deep breath before stepping back and smiling. “It’s been so long. I can’t believe we’re actually here at last.”
“It’s wonderful to see you, Natasha. I’ve missed you both so much.” Lucy lifted a hand to cup her niece’s face before turning to Nicky, hands on her ample hips as she scrutinised him critically.
“Oh, you always were like two peas in a pod. And, Nicky, you have grown into a very handsome young man. You have no idea how happy I am that you came.”
“Hello, Aunty Lucy, how are you?” Nicky briefly returned his aunt’s embrace before securing the baseball cap a little tighter on his head and asking the question foremost in his mind. “Can I have something to eat?”
Lucy shook her head with a smile and glanced at the man, who had so far remained silent throughout. “Kyle, this is my nephew Nicky, and my niece Natasha. I’m pleased to see that at least one thing never changes, and that is Nicky’s appetite.”
She caught Nicky’s arm and led him off to the far side of the room. “Come on, I’ve got some of your favourite biscuits over here in this cupboard.”
Natasha could see Kyle watching her younger brother, his eyes narrowed, and she felt the familiar churning in the pit of her stomach, trying to anticipate at what point he would realise Nicky had learning difficulties. Automatically, she tried to deflect that scrutiny, moving further into the room and feeling a sense of relief as Kyle’s gaze immediately swung towards her.
“Natasha Morgan,” she introduced herself, and held out her hand.
“So I gather.” His face was unsmiling and Natasha was uncomfortably aware of her earlier, rather waspish response to what was probably quite a reasonable conversation he had been having with her aunt. He pushed himself out of the chair to tower above her, his hair shining blue-black in the pale moonlight which streamed through the open window. Tall as she was, Natasha had to tilt her head back to meet his startlingly blue eyes. He was younger than she had initially thought, probably in his mid-thirties—just a few years older than herself.
There was a pause before he replied. “Kyle Richardson.”
He took her hand briefly, offering a firm cool handshake, before returning to his chair, long legs stretched out before him and crossed at the ankles.
“I’m sorry you overheard our conversation; I had no idea you were there.”
His voice was deep and husky, and his gaze once again followed her movements as she sank into the seat Lucy had recently vacated.
She nodded and spread her hands expressively, shrugging her slim shoulders. “I’m sorry if I sounded… irritated. It’s been a really long day and I hadn’t expected Aunt Lucy to arrange a personal guide for us. Please, it’s not a problem, we don’t want… we don’t need a guide, and I’m sure you have better things to do with your time.”
Kyle’s mouth twitched as if in amusement at the inadvertent slip of the tongue, but whatever he was about to say was lost as Lucy and Nicky returned, the latter clutching a packet of chocolate-covered biscuits.
“Oh, you’ve introduced yourselves. Excellent.” Lucy beamed at them, clapping her hands together. “I’m sure we’re all going to have a wonderful time together.”
“I was just explaining that Nicky and I are quite happy to find our own way around Egypt,” Natasha cut in quickly. “There is no need for Mr. Richardson to trouble himself.”
“Nonsense,” cried Lucy, fixing Kyle with a rather piercing gaze. “I’m not letting you wriggle out of this one, Kyle. You owe me rather a lot of favours and I am now calling one of them in. Heavens, man, I haven’t seen you in close to two years, and I happen to know for a fact that you haven’t taken a break for longer than that. It’s high time you did.”
Natasha observed this outburst with some surprise, having hardly ever heard her aunt speak so sharply. She risked a glance towards Kyle and saw that he was still reclined in his chair, arms folded over his chest, and a somewhat amused gleam in his blue eyes. He remained silent, obviously expecting Lucy to continue her reprimand.
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